The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog in the valley was not merely a lack of light but a presence, a thick, wet wool that muffled the sound of the world. Elias sat on the edge of the mossy bank, his legs dangling over the black water, and watched the river move. He was not a man in the way the villagers understood the word. His skin was the color of old parchment, and his eyes, which had once been brown, had faded to a...

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